I don’t read menage books very much anymore. I tend to go toward straight m/m or m/f so I had forgotten how much I enjoy a good m/m/f and this is a good one. The premise is that Spenser and Rory have dated for years. He’s on the verge of asking her to marry him, but he needs to come clean on one final thing. He’s never confessed that he’s also attracted to men. Spenser is a straight-up good guy and knows that he can’t go into a marriage with any hint of a lie between them. That’s the whole basis of the story line, but this story really isn’t about Spenser and Rory. No, this story belongs to Jack…the bi-sexual outsider who re-awakens that m/m side of Spenser. But he and Rory have a connection too.

Jack is the not-so-good-guy. He’s working as the company guy in charge on an engineering project with Spenser. Unfortunately, the company Jack works for, which belongs to his dad, is known for cutting corners, cutting safety, and cutting deals. Usually using Jack’s ass to do so. Yes, Jack’s dad basically pimps him out on behalf of the company. Jack hates every little bit of it, but he continues to do it, so he hates himself quite a bit too. This book is about Jack and him finding his way to being the man who deserves happiness with Rory and Spenser.

This is definitely a book about character growth with Jack. But it’s also just a beautiful, sexy book. Spenser and Rory have an amazingly honest relationship. She’s getting her degree in sexuality and is very aware that Spenser isn’t telling her everything. She is so incredibly open to what he needs and sees that those needs don’t threaten her. The scenes between all three of them are incredibly hot. And of course, I’m a huge sucker for a great m/m story so I loved watching Spenser’s awakening feelings with Jack. But even the scenes between Jack and Rory are good. It’s just an incredible dynamic between the three of them that truly works, although of course they have their difficulties seeing that along the way.

I thoroughly enjoyed the book and the set-up of the story line. It sets up as a story where one person is always going to be left out…either sexually or emotionally. But it played out to be and read so much deeper than that as ALL THREE of the characters connected. I truly enjoyed the book and immediately got online to buy one of Alyssa Turner’s other menage stories. Like I said, I forgot how much I truly enjoy this trope of m/m/f menage. It was, after all, the trope that introduced me to the sexy world of m/m. Thank goodness for that.

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Without question Spencer Hartley burns hot for his girlfriend, Rory, but his other desires are hidden down deep. He might blow things up for a living and climb mountains for kicks, but the scariest thing in his life is the truth about his sexuality.

Jack Rothman works hard and plays dirty. After long, demanding days in his family’s engineering firm, he indulges in the pleasures of silk restraints and fine wine. Lots of hot meaningless sex helps him forget that he’s suffocating, with no one to give him a reason to breathe.

When a catastrophic accident traps Spencer in a flooded subway tunnel with Jack, they need each other to survive. But something strong stirs down there in the darkness, and it’s more than their desperation to live. There’s a spark between them that’s impossible to ignore.

Rory Campbell would love to give Spencer the one thing he doesn’t have, the freedom to explore his secret desires. But how does that fit into her picture-perfect relationship? When Jack invites the couple to his sprawling Hamptons beach house, Rory realizes that she has secret desires of her own–the kind only Jack’s Dominant hand across her bare bottom can satisfy…Guest Reviewer – Christi Bryant-Snow

Christi is an accomplished Author in her own right. Writing many M/F books and recently has released 2 M/M books.

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Manhattan’s most eligible bachelor, Kyle Hunter, is a Marine Corps vet, the son of a US Senator and the prodigal heir of American corporate royalty. He’s rich, smart and a notorious flirt. Kyle Hunter is also in love with his best friend. So why did he tell Manny they could never see each other again?

Manny Tescadero isn’t about to be hurt twice. He’s lost a lot and if there’s one thing he learned in Afghanistan, it’s to defend yourself and those who need you at all costs. When Rebecca Sinclair lands on his doorstep, his honor won’t let him turn her away. His heart won’t let him pretend there isn’t more to it than a soldier’s code. But new love interests aren’t part of the mission plan; not when he’s still in love with someone else.

Rebecca Sinclair has never been good at letting loose. As a librarian she has her dream job and a new start with an amazing apartment in the city that never sleeps. She thought she was happy until everything she’s worked for is gone in a flash. Turns out having it all may just mean something else entirely. There are a mountain of reasons why they shouldn’t be together and not one stands a chance of keeping them apart.

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Manny tried to appear as though he wasn’t watching her, stealing glances at Rebecca through the pass-through as she washed up the last of the dishes. She’d insisted on doing it, as if another protest from him would result in something close to a tantrum. He knew to be afraid of sentences that didn’t have an ending: “If you don’t let me clean up after that amazing meal you fed me…” She’d even brandished the spatula at him.

Nope, not going there. Manny recognized a fight that he couldn’t win when he saw it. Now, he couldn’t wait for her to finish, so they could watch some TV together, like they’d done the night before. Nothing special, but damn if he wasn’t itching for her to get those pretty legs curled up next to him. It was crazy, but he missed her. Why had he pushed her away when his cock knew what it wanted?

Because his heart was tied up in someone else’s knot. A few hours earlier Kyle had only kissed him on the cheek and his body had all but caught fire. But Rebecca’s kiss had washed over him like a warm bath. He could soak in the sweetness he’d discovered in her. The soft coos she made when his tongue stroked against hers had made him want to know if they’d be louder once it stroked her clit.

Fuck, he was still hard. So why not slip behind her at the sink and press his cock into the cleft of that gorgeous ass, cup those perky breasts into his hands and tell her how much he wanted to give her the best orgasm she’d ever had?

Ninety days. Twenty-five more to go.

As flirtatious as he could be, Manny had never been one to sleep around. Not that he had any lack of opportunities, but he wasn’t the type to do anything half-assed. If he was going to make love to someone, he wanted to feel it in more than just his dick. Anything less than real just wasn’t worth his time.

The thing with Kyle didn’t fit into either category. With all the sneaking and hiding, how real could it have been? In the middle of a war, thousands of miles away, they’d discovered a part of each other that for Manny became wholly addictive. His chest ached thinking about their narrow escapes from ground fire, finding themselves high on being alive and then horny as hell. The first time Kyle kissed him had been kind of a joke. Alone in their barracks, he planted him with a big I’m-so-glad-to-be-alive-I-could-kiss-you smackeroo, slapping his hands onto Manny’s face and drawing him in with comedic exaggeration. Manny had laughed, but Kyle then turned serious.

“Fuck man, if I had lost you…” His touch became molten on Manny’s face in that instant. Kyle swept his lips over his chapped, sunburned skin, and he trembled just slightly at the touch. Their mouths had then crashed into action with a roaring hunger that demanded satisfaction, no matter what.

Manny felt carried away on a wave of desire that was at once thrilling and natural. Kyle knew him better than anyone, and the two cared deeply for one another; it wasn’t a secret. In that wooden shed of a barracks they called home, they were alone—for how long, neither of them knew for certain. But Kyle had awakened an out-of-control craving in him that didn’t really give a fuck if someone walked in.

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell might have just been repealed, but making out with your active-duty gunner copilot wasn’t exactly behavior befitting an officer. It had been a stupid risk, something Manny had stopped taking years ago. He liked to have his bearings, liked knowing what to expect. Kyle scrambled everything he thought he knew about himself. Was he gay now? He didn’t feel gay. He hadn’t even considered being with another man before. Deep down Manny knew it didn’t matter. Whether he’d ever want to be with another man or not, he wanted Kyle like he wanted air.

But what now? Kyle was New York’s most eligible bachelor, for Christ’s sake, and Manny had leftovers older than whatever he had going on with Rebecca. And yet, she already felt like a part of his life. He scrubbed his face with the heels of his palms, like a revelation would magically appear if he’d only open his eyes.